Jabberwocky eyed the thing, a raised brow to him. She couldn’t tell if this was supposed to be some kind of jest or not.
"I don’t see the point…"
((Ho snap look at that ask box work! But for how long? o_O ))
"Both." she answered him simply and backed away, her gaze ever drifting this way and that, never satisfied to stay on one target long it seemed.
"You’ve collected the whole set, though a dare say they don’t compare well. It’s hardly their fault, it doesn’t come as naturally to them, and their desires are petty at best. Human. Weak." Then again, his interest was strangely human as well. His methods, at least, made up for the fact.
Yes, it seemed he had. If only she knew about the Wicked Witch, too! Maybe she did.
Her comments continued to intrigue him—luckily beyond the flattery. Since becoming the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin made every effort to understand the people he met, usually for the sake of a deal. The woman before him was quite the puzzle. Her human appearance belied her animalistic mannerisms and attitude. Her needs seemed at once simple and incomprehensible. She craved freedom. Just that, or so he could intuit this far. For most people he could easily wield that to his advantage. But they had other wants he could manipulate, too, in case that first desire outlasted its usefulness. If he could not promise the Jabberwocky continuing liberty, he had almost no other recourse.
How did she truly see him, though? That especially interested the sorcerer.
"Well, their desires aren’t so very different from yours. Power is freedom. The problem was that once they had the freedom, they used it to gain as much power as possible. Power became the ends instead of the means."